TO BE A GUARD_Trick or Treat_What COUNTS Too..._A Wolf Among Neighbors
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TO BE A GUARD
“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.” Ryder placed his hand on Hera’s shoulder, shaking his head in disappointment.Hera was a part of a tradition that found it compulsory for females above the age of twenty-one to fight for who would become the Queen’s personal guard after the previous one loses her life. Ryder was her bewww.onedoor.ccst friend and trainer, and seeing her want to give up after defeating four competitors just broke his heart. They had come so far.“Ryder,” she pouted, “don’t look at me like that.”He let out a sigh, “Hera, you’ve already defeated some of the kingdom’s stro...
Trick or Treat
It had been two hours of endless screeching, crying and laughing, there stood the five-year old Elsa before me, who had chocolate milk spilled on her silky blue frock. The whole room was filled with dresses, plastic crowns, some old pieces of leather, wigs, bags and a lot of dust. At the corner, a huge brown trunk was sitting with its contents thrown across the floor. The clock on the table read 6:32 p.m. A small plastic jack-o-lantern, which was kept near the door, beamed its toothless, wicked smile at me. “Smile!” I heard my sister, Rosy say. Ellie beamed a smile at my sister’s phone, when ...
What COUNTS Too...
"It doesn't count if you're already planning your defeat." Six said, as she rolled her eyes. "For heaven's sake, Six. I'm not planning my defeat!" Zed said, exasperated. He shook the knife in his hand dramatically, and then swished it down on the bright orange carrots on the chopping board. Six, who couldn't take it any longer, snatched the knife from Zed's hand, pushed aside the board, and said sternly. "Zed. You'll win. Hard-work pays off, and you've wasted much of my ingredients than I have ever used in my life to make this one recipe." Zed laughed. "Sorry about that, Six. I spend most of ...
A Wolf Among Neighbors
After a month of moving and unpacking, I was finally able to relax in this quiet little neighborhood. I do not regret leaving my pack, from the people that have raised me but being future pack leader is not my cup of tea. The idea of it makes me feel...tense and I do not do well with tense. I do not like making decisions for others or hear complaints. I rather live a quiet, lone wolf life away from my father’s pack. My mother was disappointed but in an angry disappointed way. Alright! She did not like my idea and nearly tried to kick my ass into next year. For crying out loud, I am only 29! An...